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Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Women.

Hello everyone! Big
fan of the Jack/Elizabeth. Hence the fanfic. Hope you like it! This will be a
continuing story � really not sure how long it will end up. (How great was POTC
2? Wow.)Disclaimer: POTC is not fine. Probably never will be. Much to my dismay, I am not profiting in any way from my fanfiction.

Starts off a teeny bit
angsty, but will soon be mostly sea-faring fun and humour and smut. Enjoy!

Chapter .1.

I can�t breathe.

The dress was far too
tight, the corset digging painfully into her ribs with each breath she took.
Everything was too tight. Her long hair pinned up onto her head in artful
ringlets made her temples throb, almost in time with the orchestra. Her face a
mask of barely concealed tension beneath a fixed smile through these long hours
of preparation.

I can�t breathe.

Her father�s words rang
in her ears � words about honour, decency, single women alone in the company of
men� She understood her father�s concerns. Her first adventure abroad with
pirates had been shadowed by an unshakable feeling of guilt and alarm. Every
time the dirty sleeve of a depraved male had brushed against her, she had the
oddest urge to run as far and fast as she could, reciting the Lord�s Prayer.
After all, what kind of woman belonged on a pirate ship? But a far more
worrying question had now replaced it.

What kind of woman wanted
to belong on a pirate ship?

She did love Will. She
did want to marry him. Despite all that had happened, all the blood and sea
and� god, Jack� she was still the marrying kind. Yes. She was.

And according to her
father, and supported by Will, she would have to be married before she went to
see again on the rescue mission.

Elizabeth snorted in
disgust, followed by a sickly sweet smile in response to Lady Emmerson�s
disapproving look. Stupid old cow. And men� Men deciding what�s best
for me. Men dictating what the �right� conduct for a woman is. What�s so
wrong with being a pirate? Apart from the whole illegal aspect�practically the
definition of �pirating�, but still�

As Elizabeth was steered
by her father into the appropriate place at the church entrance, she began to
wonder. Was this what she would come back to? Would Will be happy to return
here, with herself in tow, back to Port Royal after yet another adventure, to
become a quiet town blacksmith? And she as the simple blacksmith�s wife?

Not that there was
anything wrong with the profession � it was infinitely more agreeable to become
Mrs Will Blacksmith than Mrs Boring Proper & Rich. Especially since
becoming Mrs Captain Jack Sparrow was not any kind of option for her. Not that
she would want that option, even if it were possible, which it wasn�t, because
the pirate in question was� was�

Not dead. Just lost.
Probably inside a giant sea-monster, being slowly digested.

Elizabeth�s felt like she
was going to be sick. All the guilt, the pressure� and Will. Rounding the bend
she spotted him through the seated crowds, face lighting up � almost with
relief, as she came into view.

She knew he knew she
loved him, just as she knew he loved her. But she also almost knew, that he
knew, that she knew, that he knew that something had almost definitely happened
with Jack� Which it had. So it did.

So she definitely knew.

And he probably did.

(Oh god, I�m thinking
like him�)

There had been hints of
his knowledge. The looks Will had given her, the space he had given her during
the grief which followed the sinking of The Pearl. His enthusiasm in response to
the spare-of-the-moment wedding plans. Enthusiasm for a binding ceremony,
before heading off into the blue in search of him.

She knew Will wanted to
find Jack almost as much as she did, if only for the added incentive of freeing
his father. But since that day � The Pearl, Jack, the swamps, Barbossa �
Will had never once spoken his name aloud.

Still gazing at Will,
lost in her thoughts, Elizabeth stepped forward down the aisle with her father.
The orchestra was playing a different tune now, sweet and solemn. She kept
moving forward despite the screaming in her head and heart.

I love you Will.
Forgive me, please.

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Far away, on an island no
man had ever before seen let alone stepped on, a man was crawling his way up
out of the shallow waters onto the white beach. Barely conscious yet his body
still willing him forward, he eventually sank back into the sand with a long
groan.

Jack blinked up to the
blinding sun, trying to remember the last time he has been the sky so blue.
Then he tried to remember what the hell he was doing on yet another
deserted island, with no Pearl is sight, smelling like a dead man thrice
over. He must�ve taken a long walk off of a short plank again�

No, no, that didn�t feel
right�

Think Jack, what did
you get yourself into this time?

His eyes moved from side
to side, as if some clue as to his present situation may be lying beside him �
but there was nothing. No clue, no rum, no pistol to comfort him� Not even the
lovely Elizabeth to keep him company.

Elizabeth.

Jack blinked, slowly.
Then a strange growl erupted from Jack�s mouth, and he clutched his head as if
in pain. All the memories were coming back in a quick but steady flow, turning
his growl into occasional grunts that punctuated particularly emotive moments
that came back full-force to mind.

Then it all stopped. And Captain
Jack Sparrow was back.

Finding some energy and
comfort in the fact that he at least knew to some degree how he ended up on another
deserted island, he got to his feet and staggered towards the promising shade
of the palm trees. Settling himself down, resting one arm beneath his head and
the other on his chest, Jack closed his eyes � and waited.

�Women.� He mumbled.
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